Time's Winsome Ways

Time’s winsome ways can turn one’s gaze

Back to a world of yesterdays

Its stomping ground surreal-ly bound

Where naught but echoes can be found

Its dusty lanes ring with refrains

Of barefoot bliss and summer rains

And things we didn’t know had strings

Until Time tested its new wings

Then how it burned as love re-learned

How nothing but farewell is earned

And each hello is the plateau

Hinged to life’s longest letting go

...where sometimes we walk more slowly

The brink that brushes history

As touch betrays thought’s reaching gaze

Upon time’s winding, winsome ways

© Janet Martin

Rob and Emily came over to watch the game...and  celebrate after a nail-biter!! woo-hoo! Canada wins Gold! And what a short while ago was a mystery already is history...'tis time's winsome way.

 

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